Bourgeoisie

by Thomas   Jun 12, 2012


I know your type
Driving big fancy cars
Wearing the latest hype
Trying to look like a superstar

Acting oh so refined
Claiming to be all natural
But your face is completely redesigned
You're not alive, you're clinical

So go live off your daddy's account
But don't come crying
When the next crisis comes around
And your ego feels like dying

I hope your kind is dying breed
Cause you people are a disgrace
To the people that want to succeed
You will only win a race
When you're willing to suck seed

Your end is near
The future I can see
You're living the lie
Of the bourgeoisie

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  • 11 years ago

    by nouriguess

    Happy that you listened :)
    Nominated next week.

  • 11 years ago

    by nouriguess

    Nice write.

    My father is too rich, he could buy himself whatever he wants to. Yet, I couldn't like him any bit, not even once in my life. I love simplicity, honesty and pureness that I guess stopped existing.

    If only you would remove the cursing words and place this under life section or something, I would've been able to nominate.

    Nevertheless, good write.

  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    "So go life of your daddy's account"
    ^life of should say "live off" i believe.

    other than that, great poem! people think that money is all they need to be happy in life, when in reality the rich are usually the ones who are the most lonely and have the most effed up problems, lol.
    this poem is raw and tells your feelings straight up, good job! 5/5

  • 11 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    People often pretend to be something
    they are not
    eventually they fall off their high horse
    it is only a matter of time
    well written

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